Finely with a black ballpoint pen I added the finishing touches to my rose. The details like petals, etc. It was small on my left forearm. I look to my right wrist and see the last verse of his or her poem slowly fading into my pale skin.
It's sunken into write "she doesn't know me yet, I don't know her, I bet she's more than this blur of a vision. I vision beauty, passion and precision but comes with that are flaws, perfectionism and criticism. I stare at the masterpiece she's created on me, I hope she reads this and one day she will see, her one day soul mate also loves to create. I sit behind this desk, feeling like a pesk. I wish she would know I see her success, she just needs to turn her face to the girl who loves to often wear lace.", that's beautiful. Completely beautiful.
I look around, all the boys are wearing sweat shirts. Then I saw a girl with a lace clip in her hair. I look to her wrist and she had my rose on it. I pull down my sweat shirt sleeves and she notices me. I looked her in the eyes, they were a piercing green. She had sandy blonde short hair tied up in a tight high pony tail. We make eye contact. She smiles kindly, her olive skin glowing. She lifts her forearm and shows me my artwork giggling. I gasp and turn around to face our university professor.
I place the palm of my hand face down on the desk. I see words, the ink seeps through my skin. "You noticed me."
I look up and see my professor speaking, being deaf, I have to read lips. I saw her say "thankyou" and everyone steps leaving.
My soul mate approaches me slowly. I look directly at her lips and they spoke "hi" and I exhale deeply. I grab my note pad and write the words "I am deaf." And see her facial expression change. "Can you understand me?" Read her lips as I nodded.
She sits next to me. She leans close to me and places her soft lips onto mine.
They were smooth and tasted like a strawberry lollipop. Our lips are pressed against each other and I've never felt happier.
Being deaf I've never had a friend, let alone lover.
I felt her fingers brush through my long dark brown curls.
I could sure get used to this.
We break away and she smiles to me.
"Laura" she spoke.
"Alison" I answered. I couldn't hear but I knew how to pronounce my name.
Then for the first time ever, I read the words "I love you" and die a little inside.
